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Chapter 1
Andre and I met online. His profile described a thirty something bear, hairy, beard, about 1,75m long and 120kg. Exactly like I like them.
I'm 47, smooth, 1,82m and 103kg, no facial hair. Not big enough to be a chubby but too big to be a chaser.
Over the just couple of years I found that some extra kilos got me more chubby action so I wasn't saying no to McDonald's anymore.
Anyways, back to the story. As I said, we met online.
As an experiment I decided to give out free naked massages with a happy ending if "the customer" wanted it.
I loved the idea of saying yes to any customer and just rolling with what they wanted.
Andre replied asking for a massage, he listed himself as bi-curious and his profile was all vanilla.
That said, the picture on his profile was showing off his belly and tits. Plenty for me to give him priority over all the other dirty men that replied to my ad, even if he sounded rather tame.
We started chatting and got along. His responses were witty and he seemed serious so I asked him where I should go.
This normally kills the deal, the person on the other side shoots his load and goes dark, but Andre was serious.
He gave me his address which was and hours drive, but I decided it was worth it. The plan was to massage him and do whatever he wanted.
When I arrived he was pretty nervous but definitely keen so I asked him to strip and lay down.
His massive hairy body turned me on like crazy so I got naked myself and dribbled a rich amount of oil on his lovely hair back and got to work.
After about 15 minutes I started to work on his legs and buttocks, running my hand over his asscrack which generated some tentative moans.
Andre was very shy, so the moans encouraged me to spread his cheeks and tongue his asshole. This elicited more moans and some nice hip wiggle action.
After another few minutes of this I told him to turn over, my favourite part of the massage. Still shy he looked at me and told me that he wanted my cum on his ass.
My commitment was whatever the customer wants so after giving him head for a while I eventually shot my load all over him just like he wanted.
It was nice but all pretty basic, not really worth spending a lot of time on. I was happy he was happy but I was more of a rum-pistachio-mocha-sorbet kinda guy, vanilla just isn't for me.
Driving away from his house it didn't take long for my messaging app to chime. Andre was a happy customer and he wanted a repeat.
Normally I'm the submissive slut but with Andre I got the sense that there was a lovely pig slut hidden inside of him so I wrote:
"You seem more like the passive submissive type?"
His answer didn't take long.
"Yes, I think so."
Little did I know what a great slut he would become.
We hooked up again a couple of weeks later and Andre's passive and submissive nature became more apparent. He wanted me to bareback him, something I normally never do but we were both clean and we trusted each other so I fucked him.
This time we ended up in his bed, but being some nice ass to mouth it was still pretty vanilla.
If he wasn't such a nice guy I probably would've called it quits but he was funny and clearly empathetic. And his body was just perfect bear meat all the way.
So we stayed in touch and decided to meet up again.
The day before our third hookup my messaging app buzzed with a message from Andre.
"I want you to use me like you want..."
Interesting... but I was sceptical. He was clearly horny so let's see where this goes.
"Do you want to be my slut slave?"
"Yes"
"Do you have any experience?"
"No but it turns me on"
Holy shit, Andre isn't vanilla after all!? My inner demon woke up because a real submissive slut turns me on almost as much as being the slut myself.
"Okay Andre, but you have to realise that I'm really kinky. My sluts obey immediately and without question. If they don't, they get punished. Do you understand?"
"Yes, that turns me on so much!"
"Give me a safe word"
"Tesla"
Funny and he's got good taste. Okay, it's time to train Andre and see if we can find the depravity in him.
We chatted back and forth and he didn't seem to have any barriers except for the same as mine, which were scat and real pain, for the rest anything seemed fair play.
For the next date I shared my ETA and told him to lay naked, face down on the bed upon my arrival.
Wondering whether he'd be the slut of my dreams, I opened up his front door and locked it behind me. I took my time to take off my shoes and hang my jacket, knowing that he'd hear everything.
The stairs creaked as I made my way to his bedroom and there he was, his bulk spread out over the bed, his lovely ass slightly in the air with a pillow under his hips.
Now, I love degrading and humiliating my slaves and knowing that it was all new to Andre was both exhilarating and challenging. I didn't want him to say Tesla, I wanted to see how far I could push him.
Exactly for this purpose I had brought an xxxl red lingerie set, a string, bra and stay ups.
Running a hand over his body I asked.
"So, you said you'd do anything?"
"Yes" he answered shyly.
I slapped him hard on his ass and bellowed:
"It's yes daddy, slut! Do you understand?"
"Yes daddy. Sorry daddy."
Mmm, this boy is talented. I run the fabric of the string over his ass crack and decide to see if he is willing to be degraded for real.
"I've brought you something that will show off what a cockwhore you actually are. Put this on now."
I registered some fear in Andre's eyes as he saw the little red set but he didn't hesitate. He gets up and struggles with the confusing fabric whilst I verbally degrade him.
"Good little cockwhores wear lace for their daddies and you're nothing but a useless cumdump aren't you?"
Andre's cock twitches as he answers yes daddy with his eyes to the floor like a natural cunt.
As he struggled with the fabric I make fun of him, tell him what a useless whore he is and that his only job is to serve me.
I can see him blush but he answers with consistent "yes daddy's".
At one point he looks at me and I slap him hard on his ass telling him he is not to look at me until I give him permission. He instantly averted his eyes, apologised profusely, and continues to struggle with the unfamiliar garments.
After a while my big chubby bear is standing in lingerie in front of me.
No one will ever mistake him for a woman but he is undoubtedly a willing slut that is about to be transformed into a living, breathing fleshlight.
Get on the bed with your ass in the air slut...
To be continued...